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nobody had straightened it out. It was in very bad shape.

When I came in, Gus Gennerich was downstairs. I knew him and he said, “Hello, glad to see you. You're supposed to go right upstairs.” There were a lot of people around that I didn't know. I suppose they were Secret Service and New York policemen. For all I knew there were some reporters, but I didn't seem to remember there being a lot of reporters there that night, although they had been in and out and their traces were around. I don't recall their being there. If they were, they were New York City reporters and well-behaved.

I went right upstairs. There was a room between the drawing room and the study. The President's study was on the front of the house. On the back of the house was a drawing room - sort of fancily furnished and very pretty. There was a room between the two. I suppose it was a dark room, as it was that typical, New York, in-between room. It was attractively furnished and as it was evening, there were lights on and books around.

There was a plump, blond, be-spectacled gentleman sitting there in a chair. He didn't look up from whatever he was looking at when I came in. Someone showed me to a seat. I sat down. I don't think Marvin McIntyre was there, even if he were, I didn't know him then by sight, so I